recently, i've been indulging myself wid You Must Be-Gina Rene & Disenchanted-Chemical Romance. not like they parody me or tally up wid my feelings, do they even? as if anyone cares. lately, it seems like all's deterioriating, be it anything; it seems lik everything's falling through.
fcuk this damned cursed year; and im whoring desperately in need o some cash masturbation.
fcuk cont'
and yae, you possess the smile that makes me frown. looking at you makes me feel so sick, like i literally feel like throwing up. i know, it irks the ear to hear this, so unpropitious. but set; deal. you make me feel just like this, and no other. im not endeavoring an announcement here, im just trying to set my emotions somewhere. i think, might be appropriate at least to me.
admist of all these fcuktard shits, at least i've got an anticipation, YOU. You, on Friday.
i wouldnt disregard; discard.
im bac to inundating into Unfinished Business-Val Corbett. Joyce Hopkirk. Eve Pollard.
Goodnight :)